Poeticity - feel the noize...

WELL...HERE I AM, BACK AGAIN, A PAGE TO FILL WITH YOUR WANTS!

 So I'll start with a poem from a new friend on here - Cheryl (blushes) - only the second ever poem put here in my spiel by someone else! lol (the first was a single reply on UKCb a long while ago - it's here somewhere! ) i do like pomes for me tho'! - hint hint!

 

In praise of the bogfather...

When I read his poems
I surely am enraptured:
A medley of expression
Meanings sought and captured...
His writing is uplifting,
A symphony of words,
And those exquisite metaphors
Are really quite superb.
Some poems may be sprinkled
With a little sauce or spice
But they can lure the reader
And their content then entice.
So good luck to the Bogfather
And his lyrical underworld
Where a key may track the mind
As secrets are unfurled.
His work is such a tribute
To his imagination,
Profound and thought-provoking,
Unique, his own creation...
 
 
THANK YOU CHERYL! MWAAAH X
 
 
 
and now this..... A Script (slight return!) for this jester's tears?

  

 

So here I am once more...

In my playground of our broken hearts

One more experience, one more entry in this diary self-penned...

Just another emotional suicide

Based on providence and pride...

Never too late to say - I love you

Nor too late to restage this play

Abandoning all my innocence

In this playground I'm back here today!

 

(with a lot of thanks to Fish)

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Pure lust of poetry coming very soon... be here and beware!

 

 

 SNOW... (for tox)

Purity unsurpassed in crystalisation

Flakes touching skin in melting sensation

Blizzard warning, against night sky dawning

the white framed in black

sends shivers down your back

goosebump defining, hairs on end

blue skin, chillled lips, whisky sips warming

white shadows under moonlit frisson

light dark corners its building mission

covering, smothering, tempting pleasure

so soft yet harsh, a layered treasure

to amaze you, faze you, tease you out

in to the chill as jack frost shouts...

crisp crunching footprints on virgin landscape

leading you onwards a snowman to make

breaking sweat that chills the spine

as you roll the snow, bodily to combine

a headless frame in zinced solitude

now surmounted by features so crude

added extremities to make it humane

it stands there and knows it won't happen again...

and as the figure stands complete

and more snow falls around replete

you stare at this frozen image grown

then you hear a chilling moan

followed by movement or was it a trick

of the moonlight so radiant and so slick

you freeze motionless as the snowman moves

gliding across your last footprinted grooves

and as you're frozen to the garden floor

he reaches to grasp you chilled to the core

and as he does wrapt entwine you tight

you reach to your pocket and strike a light

and here's the snowmans fatal catch

he melts and dies, under your lit match...

 

 

 

 ITALIAN SHOES (for 'the club')

I love the smell of leather in the morning

with the sun rising over sicilian hills

footprints heading for the vines

grape expectations as my glass overfills

faithful friend following at heel

crossing fields of scented treasure

lavender hedges and wild roses surreal

a landscape of beauty in which to leisure

 

these are dancing days

when you can dance allegretto

to timpani self crazed

and quickstep a little minuetto

without feeling fazed

 

reaching the grape to sate desire

crushed warm juices under leathered feet

flowing in the knowing

adagio to imagination so complete

this is the dance of summer replete

 

crimson exhuberence lays below

leaving you with expectant tapping toes

and now the wait in mottled obscurity

from vines so fine comes bottled maturity

 

and then the true idyll is uncorked

poured with prescience and expectant talk

the result of years of pressing the italian leather

a glass of life, drunk in good company a pleasure!

 

 

 HEART OF THE HUNTER (for theclub)

Stealthily waiting, anticipating, heart pounding in closed silence

No movement made, game nearly played, swayed in frozen compliance

She follows me, through the trees, leaves rustling above and below

I see her near, feel the fear, under midnights moonlit glow

She whispers 'I love you'...

I whisper back 'Is it true?'...

Yet our words still seem distantly lost in vain

How can I explain, this overtly sensuous refrain?

We want each other, to love and smother

To entwine each others desires

We know us hunter and huntress

Lost in wilderness with need to impress

Yet it's purity in love we aspire

So I let out a roar, loudly implore

She should come to me and confess

For this hunter is lonely, and she is the one only

Who can slay my heart with her lustful amour... 

 

 

 AN ODE TO AN OLD LAPPY (for tox)

It's been so long since I had the freedom

to write poems and let you read 'em

and now for a fortnight or more

I've had an old lappy to explore!

It's slower than the epochral snail

it crashes again and again to fail...

 

my teeth are grating, it's so frustrating

I slap it on the screen to re-boot

but at least I'm back here

to try and bring cheer

and I don't really give a hoot!

 

Cos I'm back free to write

attempting to delight

anybody who still knows I exist

and tho' it won't last the pace

and I'll soon need to replace

at least we can re-ignite our tryst!

 

So to all my friends

with love that wont end

make the full most of this ode

for I don't know when

this may suddenly end

as this lappy is primed to explode!

 

 

 A QUEEN'S SECRET... (for theclub)

god save our noble Queen

god save....

Philip! will you turn that dirge off!

I'm fed up of it, I could really hic-cough!

You know how it disturbs me

as Charles still tries to usurp me

and yet still that Diana surrounds

our family Daily - 'Mailed', words pitifully yet profound!

If they don't like the weather

then they continually blether

about how her death was so desperately tragic

and every week it seems by absent magic

they resurrect her as an idol

tho' she was always 'suicidal'

and so that's what we gave her

now they still try to save her

Oh Phillip! Why didn't you sort it

so that no one could deny or court it

she just had to go

in that Harrods-ian show

yet she still lives in vermillion eyes

and millions still us, do despise...

So send her victorious

Ignoble and inglorious

God save us from the Queen... 

 

 ..................................................

 

 

 

THE UNQUIET

 

I am the unquiet 

tho' you won't ever hear me
I cause you disquiet
that's why you fear me
safety you may seek
from the havoc I wreak
unnoticed, now I shall start..

I am your darkest thoughts
that voice in your head
you've never sought
whispered with dread
giving silent instruction
to your self destruction 
unbidden, now ripped apart...

I am your living nightmare
hounding you night and day
with no rhyme nor reason or care
pounding a rhythm with echo and delay
reverberating through your soul
draining your sallow whole
unplugged, lifebloods depart...

I am right next door to you
watching your madness take 
through your window I can view
every agonising moment I make
you feel yet feel so surreal
so here's my final demon's deal
unlock your heart, to my art...

 

 

 

 Capable Hands... (For Sheila)


A light alights on your darker side

framing your beauty in a halo sublime

each curve rendered in a monochrome slide

captivatingly captured in time...

And that frozen moment leads me near

and the chill dissipates, as does my fear

I reach out to touch you gently at first

so wanting to quench my insatiable thirst

my fingers tingle as they mingle in your hair

so soft the tresses that tantalise there

I gently stroke down your slender neck

you murmur pleasurably at this effect

I hear your breathing increase in speed

you sharply whisper your desires and need

and as I roam across your nakedness

with hands and fingers of intimate caress

my lips follow the path just stroked

to the nape of your neck, intended to provoke

my hands fall to surround your succulent breasts

cupping their divinity in truculent sweetness

teasing your nipples to prominent peaks

leading the way for my teeth to seek

biting their stiffness with swiftness so sweet

one, then two, your bountiful treats

as as I gorge on your exquisite exclamations

my fingers stroll towards your hot moist sensation

I feel your heat before I get even close

I smell your body scent invading my nose

my tongue leaves it's havens sadly at first

but slips gently towards quenching my thirst

my hands surrounds your glorious ass

pulling you close so my lips can clasp

over your honey, dripping with desire

feeling the heat from your fire 

already filled with fingers of my capable hands

slipping deeply, drowning, as you writhe and expand

heavy breathes coming faster as you shudder and scream

begging for more...but then you awake from your dream... ;)



Love from Boggy XXX



 

 Be... Leave?

If you seek salvation from society

never use or abuse the impropriety

of the god lovers shameless sham of lust
for their self divination is a breadless crust
religion is just the fakery of slicing of loaves
in loathing we expose the eternal burnt toast
buttered with blather for self-love gatherings
cluttered with the clamour of unshared such sins
everyone should be allowed to have their own belief
but kept as one, no shared love or grief
think for yourself, not follow the sheep
when you open your book, the whole world weeps
yet you'll never understand reality
when fables are your heartfelt finality
so sad....

 

 

 

 


It began by pure chance
as opportunity knocked
from a simple question
to a new life unlocked
with that flying visit
to feel the edge of the ocean
now it truly unfolds
into deep felt devotion

so many miles to travel
with hard rivers to cross
nothing will be easy
but this chance can't be lost
one stride at a time
on life's own stepping stones
hand in hand we can balance
past behind, futures atoned

We felt a connection at once
there was a magic in our meeting
lost souls now with purpose
from those hours so fleeting
us both desiring freedom
yet needing passion and love too
our minds full of questions
yet the answers we knew

Literary love of the written word
literally shared free expression
approaching the future with open minds
honest and truth in confession
desires to explore both open and intimate
time to stop dreaming and act
fires to fuel with care and warmth
the beginning of a lifetime pact

A new life of caring and sharing
without jealousy or restriction
a journey with many twists and turns
yet real, not drawn from fiction
so here we find ourselves of common mind
travelling two paths together
we will find purity in love unconfined
and if we want, it can be ours forever...


TheBogfather

26/8/13

 

 

 A New Life...A Personal View


It began by pure chance

as opportunity knocked

from a simple question

to a new life unlocked

with that flying visit

to feel the edge of the ocean

now it truly unfolds

into deep felt devotion


so many miles to travel

with hard rivers to cross

nothing will be easy

but this chance can't be lost

one stride at a time

on life's own stepping stones

hand in hand we can balance

past behind, futures atoned


We felt a connection at once

there was a magic in our meeting

lost souls now with purpose

from those hours so fleeting

us both desiring freedom

yet needing passion and love too

our minds full of questions

yet the answers we knew


Literary love of the written word

literally shared free expression

approaching the future with open minds

honest and truth in confession

desires to explore both open and intimate

time to stop dreaming and act

fires to fuel with care and warmth

the beginning of a lifetime pact


A new life of caring and sharing

without jealousy or restriction

a journey with many twists and turns

yet real, not drawn from fiction

so here we find ourselves of common mind

travelling two paths together

we will find purity in love unconfined

and if we want, it can be ours forever...



TheBogfather

26/8/13 (for Sheila)

 

 

 

 Fear...


Fear not love

for love is all


Overcome fear by acceptance of that which gives truth

yet still lets excitement and individuality blossom without a net

built on foundations strong in each corner

yet existing in free-form adulation

sharing those moments of laughter and sadness

simple expressions of intimacy, unnoticed by others

unless you want them to hear the screams of joy

it is not a cage but a flight

two birds on a wing exploring what life can be

soaring over and under and into each new adventure

landing in close appreciation with coupled smiles

a journey into unknown pleasures

studded with exquisite events and silent reflection

it is not a bind that ties

rather a chance to view the beauty of love

with one you love and desire and truly care for

to walk simply hand-in-hand along country lanes

to stroll through sun-kissed lapping waves

to lay and stare at the stars

counting the moments until

another glorious kiss lands in your heart

eye-closing intimacy in a timeless zone

wild moments of reckless abandon shared with a knowing glint

listening to shared tales in cuddled relaxation

feeding the body, heart and soul as one

perhaps just one opportunity will arise

can you afford to miss what is there?

we may be but a microcosm of the universe

but the experience of true love lifts you higher

until the real fear is not having love at all...



TheBogfather


27/8/2013 (for Sheila)


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


It began by pure chance
as opportunity knocked
from a simple question
to a new life unlocked
with that flying visit
to feel the edge of the ocean
now it truly unfolds
into deep felt devotion

so many miles to travel
with hard rivers to cross
nothing will be easy
but this chance can't be lost
one stride at a time
on life's own stepping stones
hand in hand we can balance
past behind, futures atoned

We felt a connection at once
there was a magic in our meeting
lost souls now with purpose
from those hours so fleeting
us both desiring freedom
yet needing passion and love too
our minds full of questions
yet the answers we knew

Literary love of the written word
literally shared free expression
approaching the future with open minds
honest and truth in confession
desires to explore both open and intimate
time to stop dreaming and act
fires to fuel with care and warmth
the beginning of a lifetime pact

A new life of caring and sharing
without jealousy or restriction
a journey with many twists and turns
yet real, not drawn from fiction
so here we find ourselves of common mind
travelling two paths together
we will find purity in love unconfined
and if we want, it can be ours forever...


TheBogfather
26/8/13